"Amitabha Buddha."
Wuxin pressed his palms together, his moon-white monk's robes snapping wildly in the violent waves of air.
The vast black Demon Net filled the reflection in his amber eyes, yet his gaze remained as calm as an ancient well or a deep pool.
He spoke, his voice clear and far-reaching, like a bronze bell tolling in an ancient temple deep in the mountains.
"Great Sun Tathagata Mantra."
As his words fell, the Buddhist light within him surged.
Golden light erupted from every pore, forming a golden Buddha apparition a hundred feet tall behind him.
The Buddha sat cross-legged, his face compassionate and his eyes half-closed. Boundless golden radiance shone around him, like a golden sun slowly rising over the Arena.
The Buddha apparition formed a seal with both hands. A beam of golden Buddhist light burst from the seal, slashing toward the black Demon Net like a golden heavenly sword.
The Buddhist light and Demon Net collided with a thunderous crash. Gold and black intertwined furiously, turning the entire Arena into a battlefield mottled with their light.
The Buddhist light tore the Demon Net apart inch by inch, and the eerie green demonic flames gradually died out within the golden radiance.
But the golden Buddha apparition also dimmed under the corrosive assault of the demonic energy, countless black spots appearing across his body.
Those black spots kept spreading, extending, and joining across the Buddha apparition's surface, staining one region after another of his golden body a somber black.
"Insolence!"
Seeing the Demon Net shattered, Wan Shan's ghostly eye flames suddenly blazed higher.
He roared, muscles bulging across his nine-foot frame as veins stood out beneath his dark skin.
Eerie green light flowed through those veins, making him resemble an enraged ancient magic beast.
He beat his wings fiercely